"innervosire" poems
On the crusty darkness of the earth
Città notturne
come Lava incandescente*
Bursting bubbles
With life and movement
as still as the flames of a far away fire
Blink with your left eye
And fasten your seatbelt
E non innervosire
Alle ginocchia nella schiena**
You'll be there
soon enough.
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 12:29 AM UTC